My boss complimented me once and told me "You have such grace under pressure. We're all running around like chickens with our heads cut off due to the deadline, and you're always so calm every week and every week you make it." I told him, "That's because you guys are smart. I'm too stupid to know we're having a crisis."
Yes, God protects fools and babies, Jude. I may be both of those. Who are you? ;-) Lovely poem, dude.
Is this about you? The poem has a wonderful flow with lots of mystery woven in. I can never miss one of your poems. I saved them all for when I returned from the beach.
There are some people who seem to lead a charmed life, focused and strong in conviction and manner.
"Perhaps a creative spark is feeding you
Protecting your sense of alarm
Or are you just lucky?"
Creative spark? Lucky? Ah, if we only knew their formula!
Always seek the Light; preferably with fleet-footed nimbleness, but when necessary, on your hands and knees...
Third stanza resonates so powerfully. Beautifully developed poem, Sir Ace. Love the joker metaphor; very clever. You are an amazingly gifted Poet.
I often feel like the joker but the joker can be overused as any good card player knows all too well. Robert I believe each of us is born with a distinct set of genes that are molded and educated at first by others and then by ourselves to make us the Kings, Queens, Knaves and Jokers in the deck of life and you have captured the joker's position brilliantly.
:))))) I'll buy Sherry's "Happy Idiot" theory! Having grown up in a house of madness and alcoholism, I and my three (much) older brothers are all the same: so that's one for every suit! Being a wild card that raises a smile and a surprise is one thing; being thought of as the bummer that ruins the game for everyone else is quite another... I am very aware that humour can tread a very fine line. But there you go... can't help the way you're made and fashioned, I guess. "Surviving" creates enormous drive, too, I think: energy and adrenalin rush. I think many will be relating to your Joker today: "Send in the clowns!" A fascinating and intriguing character sketch, thank you. Kate xx
This is why I never read you before the morning coffee...maybe this person is a survivor and that is all they know. I like the way the poem ends in a question without ending in a question, like you are waiting for an answer...clever. What a conundrum...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2005
Depending on the mood of the reader, this poetic gem can be read at many fasinating levels. Perhaps the deck is stacked with a surprise card? Wonderful write.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2005
I don't know how to comment on this one since I do cut up a lot, but if I tell someone I'll do something, work related, etc.. I always make sure I do it.
Sometimes being oblivious to all that is going on around them, keeps them from falling into the trap. They just muddle through life without the sense to know fear or concern. Perhaps there is something to be said for being "the happy idiot."
Take care,
Sherry
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
Yes, God protects fools and babies, Jude. I may be both of those. Who are you? ;-) Lovely poem, dude.
Perhaps you’re just a joker
Playing in a deck of cards
Filling in
On any hand
No matter how large
Or how small
"Perhaps a creative spark is feeding you
Protecting your sense of alarm
Or are you just lucky?"
Creative spark? Lucky? Ah, if we only knew their formula!
Keep the faith - we all need it ... grand poet, you have painted another poetic masterpiece!!
Best regards,
Robert
my cipher keeps rollin' not knowing if it is just luck
at the spread of the hands
enjoyed this much!!!!
Third stanza resonates so powerfully. Beautifully developed poem, Sir Ace. Love the joker metaphor; very clever. You are an amazingly gifted Poet.
Thanks for this offering!!
Love Tinka
Love Tinka
Felix
Dance in the dust
Trying to imprison you into their dreams
And dance they must sir, for often in their mad swirl, the joker is revealed...wonderful piece Robert
Allen
Take care,
Sherry
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)